Mother’s day

I had a friend who cried on Mother’s day.

We gave her a hug, one by one;

We knew what pain she had endured.

The story starts when she was little,

When her mother decided to never see her again.

We made cards for our mothers, she did it for her father..

We learnt a new song to sing at home, She listened to us instead.

When it was time for puberty, the first we spoke to was our moms..

She’d ask us instead.

One day she comes in..

“I saw her in the nearby car!”

“And did you say hi?” I’d ask.

She’d shake her head sideways.

“I don’t speak to her.” She’d say.

I had a friend who cried on Mother’s day.

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